C713 Daoist Priest Do You Want Me to Accept Demons 35

Behind the short wall.

Cang Ting, who was wearing a snow-white shirt, laid on the ground motionlessly as he fell into a deep coma.

In front of him, middle-aged Fat Woman, who was bent over like a cat, sneakily stretched out her hands to touch his waist. Two rough hands that looked like old tree bark touched his waist, and her pair of small eyes fell on his face